My Sister Made Me Ch. 24

My Sister Made Me

Chapter 24

Sam

After the conversation with her mother the evening before, Sam had taken a little while to recover and regain her senses from all that had been revealed. She quickly decided that bed was the safest place for her and sleeping was the best thing she could think of.

She got ready for bed, stripped down, and climbed inside. After tossing and turning for a while she did manage to fall asleep, but it wasn't restful. Her dreams were filled with ridiculously arousing fantasies playing out for her again and again. She awoke the next morning frustrated and horny, though that was nothing new. The desire to have her pussy hammered by a giant cock was extremely strong, no doubt made worse by the many sex-filled dreams she'd had the night before.

She knew that her mother had meant well by revealing some of her past, but whatever part of Sam that controlled her sexual desires, had latched onto parts of her mother's tale and wouldn't let her forget them. It had all been surprising, of course, but certain parts were just downright unreal.

Laying there in her bed, she closed her eyes again and thought back to her mother's words.

Not only were her mothers having sex with each other, they were having sex with all kinds of other partners. That alone was revealing, but to hear things like how good her dad was in bed, how her birth mother preferred him over her birth father, and how her grandparents knew all about it made it all feel like too much.

But at the same time... it had been helpful.

It wasn't her fault that her dreams were filled with visions of sex. They'd been naughty enough picturing the things her mother had discussed, but it was the things she'd only hinted at that had captured the attention of the darker parts of Sam's mind.

She recalled her mother saying how she'd understood Sam's plight, and how she herself had embarrassing encounters with her own father and mother, as well as most people she was around as a young woman. But mentioning the fact that her grandfather had four younger brothers and the mere hint of things happening was enough to drive Sam's mind to use the images her mother's words had conjured as fodder for sex dreams. Of course, Sam had dreamed of herself in her mother's place, four strapping young men all taking turns and using her.

She sighed, feeling the throbbing ache inside. She sat up, tossing the covers off and getting ready for the day.

Of course, she hadn't forgotten the most important part. Her mother had said it was fine for her to be the one behind the door at The Mess Around. She'd even liked the idea of Zoey being there too.

Grinning as she felt a surge of elation at the knowledge of being able to continue to have fun at the sex club; she knew that she'd still have to be careful, what with her parents knowing that she was going to be there. She'd just let Zoey take over if a certain familiar cock were to show up. She was sure that there were other things that she wasn't thinking of that would come into play, but for now she was just happy in the knowledge that her favorite activity wasn't going to be taken away.

Feeling better, though still horny, she slid out of bed and pulled on a pair of panties along with a long sleep shirt and headed for her bathroom to get ready for her day.

***

Heading into the kitchen twenty minutes later, she spied her mother sitting in a chair at the table and sipping a cup of coffee.

"Morning hon," her mother called, offering a warm smile. "How are you this morning? Feeling better about things?"

Sam walked over to the fridge and opened it, looking inside for something to eat.

"I do," she said, pulling out an apple, grapes, and other fruits and setting them on the island behind her. "Did you and dad have fun last night?"

Her mother's warm, friendly laughter was music to her ears, endearing and comforting.

"We definitely had fun," she said. "The couple we went out with from The Mess Around were," she paused, glancing over as Sam sliced some banana and cleared her throat. "Well, I'm sure you don't want the lurid details, but they were tons of fun to play with."

Sam wondered if it had been Duncan and Kelly but then remembered that Kelly had said something about needing to go to California. Glancing back over at her mother, she took another piece of fruit and began to slice it.

"Who was it?" she asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Her mother snickered and looked over with a knowing expression. "It was a married couple, Drake and Molly," she said.

She'd definitely heard the names before. She paused and took a deep breath, wanting to press for more details and not wanting to at the same time. She shook her head, quietly deciding that it was best if she just let things be. She quickly finished what she was doing and gathered the bowl up in her hands, turning to leave the room.

"Have a good day honey," her mother called out after her. "I hope you're doing better with being able to control the 'Craving' and not let it take over."

Sam had paused when her mother had started to speak, turning to face her slowly.

"Just remember, you have to figure out a way to be able to harness that energy that builds up inside and use it to your advantage."

Sam frowned, still not knowing how that was supposed to happen.

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"That's for you to figure out, dear," she said. "Your grandma used to tell us that she had learned to fight it to a point where she could get a hold on things. Like, she'd force herself control it. But that method never worked for your mother and me. We found that if we embraced it and let ourselves be taken by the current, that things would be much more manageable. It made more sense to go with the river of energy inside us instead of trying to fight against it. It sounds strange but letting go and embracing it for what it is gave us a measure of control."

That didn't really help much either, but she didn't want to risk her dad coming in and her making things weird all over again, so she decided to just worry about it later.

"You'll figure it out," her mother said, sounding confident.

"Thanks mom," she said, and quickly left the kitchen.

Retreating to the safety of her room, Sam closed the door and locked it, thinking that sequestering herself was the best thing she could do to not cause any further issues or make things any more awkward.

Busying herself with studies, she read the stuff she'd gone over in class the previous week all over again, then even did some of the practice questions for the coming week for some of her courses.

At noon she ventured out of her room and spent all of five minutes downstairs grabbing some lunch before she was safely locked way again. She spent time reading, listening to music, even scrolling through her phone, something she rarely did, and eventually took a nice long nap. The only times she ventured out were when she had to use the bathroom or return her dishes to the kitchen.

Even having spent all of that time alone in her room, she still felt nervous about the evening to come. She honestly felt like she was doing something naughty, though why, or exactly what it was that was causing the feelings was a mystery.

She was analyzing the whole problem in her head when she got a message from Zoey asking about the plan that evening.

"Oh, right," she said, silently admonishing herself. "I'll pick you up outside your dorm at..." she paused in her typing, having realized that she still needed to work out the logistics.

She normally got there only a few minutes before, since in reality she only had to hide in the closet before other people saw her. But Zoey was with her this time, and she didn't know if Dr. Sanderson wanted to talk beforehand or give her a tour. She sighed and deleted her message.

"Going to check with Dr. Sanderson about the time. I'll text you asap."

She glanced at the clock and saw that it was 4:00 in the afternoon. She winced, hoping that the Dr. wasn't napping and that he'd see her message in time to get back to her.

"Don't forget that I'm bringing Zoey," she sent. "What time do you want me to be there?"

"Mystery Girl!"

Happy that his reply had been nearly instantaneous, she breathed a long sigh of relief. It suddenly occurred to her that she was worrying about way too many inconsequential things, but it wasn't like there was anything she could do to make herself stop.

"If possible, meet me there at 5:30," he said. "I've got a little surprise for you, plus it will give your friend time to look around and ask us any questions she needs to."

She breathed a little easier, thankful that she'd gotten a specific time from him. That had certainly taken the pressure off of her, at least in that specific instance.

"I'll pick you at 5:15 in front of your dorm," she texted Zoey. "Does that give you enough time to get ready?"

She sat up, intending to get up and start getting ready to shower and clean up for the evening when the phone buzzed once again.

"Definitely! I'm so nervous I got dressed early and I've just been pacing around in my dorm."

Sam snickered. She was glad that at least someone else had nerves about the coming evening.

"No need to be nervous!" she sent, followed by, "See you soon!"

"No need to be nervous indeed," she told herself, standing and heading for the door. She cracked it open and peered out, then realized how ridiculous she was being and shook her head.

Striding out of her room, she headed directly for the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Taking a second to watch herself lock it, she turned and stripped down, then turned on the water. Stepping in after waiting for it to get warm, she let the warmth wash over her and sighed as it helped to calm her a bit more.

She honestly didn't know why she was so nervous. Her parents knew that she was going to be there. She'd only started being referred to as "Mystery Girl" because she'd been scared that they'd find out somehow. Yet, when they had found out, they'd apparently been just fine and dandy with the oh-so-shocking revelation.

She squirted some shampoo into her hand and lathered it up into her wet mane of blonde hair, sighing and letting the water wash over her back for a bit. Glancing down, she saw that she needed to shave and proceeded to do so, lathering her legs and working them over, followed by her sex.

So, her mother and father knew and didn't care. That was a good thing, right? It meant she didn't have to hide things, and she could just have fun.

She shook her head, running the razor gently across her tender parts, then feeling around for stray stubble.

They should have cared, shouldn't they? Not with what her mother had told her about her and her real mother's past. She knew that wasn't what was bothering her though, but didn't think she was going to be able to figure out what the actual problem was regardless.

Once she'd gotten her lady parts free of hair, she rinsed the shampoo out and frothed in some conditioner, then let it set as she shaved her armpits.

They didn't care that she was there. She was free to attend, and to have fun. That made her feel better, she found.

"I'm free to be there and have fun," she said out loud, hoping that it would be the cure for her nerves. It helped, but it didn't negate them entirely.

"I'm free to hide in my little closet, even though I don't technically need to anymore. I can suck as much cock as I want. I just..."

She stopped mid stroke and dropped the razor, suddenly realizing what had been plaguing her.

Her father was still going to be there. She winced as she realized even more of what the problem was.

"Daddy is going to be there. He was going to be there and was fine with me being there all along."

She groaned, seeing how she'd made it harder on herself.

If her father knew that she was in the box, he wouldn't have used it, because of course he wouldn't. It would be his daughter behind the door. But his idiot daughter had just told her new friend that she could join and then informed her parents that it would be the friend in there with her.

She pictured the imposing shaft entering through the hole and had the sensation of her lips closing around it.

"Fuck," she whispered, bending over to retrieve the razor and finish the job.

It took a few more minutes for her to finish and rinse off before she hopped out and dried herself. Wrapping the towel around her body, she started to dry her hair and style it, realizing how ridiculous it was to get dressed up when she was just going to be hiding in a closet. At least she'd figured out what was bothering her.

That fact alone made her feel immensely better. She was still going to have to deal with seeing her own father's cock again, but maybe she could be paying attention to Zoey during that time and wouldn't have to deal with it.

"That could work," she said to the image of herself. She stared ahead, the image seemingly rolling it's eyes at her.

"No, it could," she said, as if trying to convince herself. "All I have to do is be able to recognize which one is... the wrong one."

That seemed to be even weirder said out loud than it had in her head. She knew that she had to stop obsessing over things and put it out of her head or she was just going to lose it.

"I'll let her take care of it," she said. "There. That's all I have to do."

Knowing that was definitely not all there was to it, she nonetheless refocused on getting ready. Once she'd finished her hair, she put on makeup and went to her room. She knew that she'd been seeing Dr. Sanderson, and Zoey of course, so she wanted to look at least a little cute.

She rummaged through the closet and pulled out a ridiculously short skirt from her collection of Toni's discarded clothes and a matching top that was just as skimpy.

Slipping them on, she stood in the mirror and stared, taking herself in. She looked very, very sexy. Smiling, she turned and glanced at the clock. Time to leave.

"Here we go," she said to the empty room. She gathered her phone, purse, and keys and stepped out.

Hurrying down the stairs, she paused at the bottom one having heard her mom and dad talking in the kitchen. She winced. She'd hoped that they weren't there or gone already, certainly not where they'd see her leaving.

It suddenly occurred to her that they already knew where she was going. Why was she acting like some misbehaving teenager. She took a deep breath and steeled her resolve. "I'm an adult and a grown woman," she told herself.

She stepped off the last step and strode confidently over to the kitchen. Her mother was still wearing normal clothes, but her hair looked styled, and her make-up was done. She wasn't quite prepared for how good her father looked, though.

She'd been aware that he was in good shape, but the tight-fitting shirt that he was wearing left nothing to the imagination. The fabric hugged his muscular torso, tight sleeves ringing his bulging biceps. His muscled chest seemed to strain against the fabric, and she found herself staring way too long at the area.

"I'm leaving," she said, trying to focus as she paused as the doorway and looked at the two as they looked over at her. Both of their expressions changed as they saw how she looked.

"Wow," her father said simply, his mouth hanging open. "Sam, that..."

She glanced down, seeing his hand move subtly to adjust himself, and found her gaze lingering on the bulge of his package. Her mouth watered as she realized that she was staring.

"Don't you look just devilish," her mother said, drawing her gaze up and back over to her.

She felt her mother's gaze on her body and resisted the urge to cover herself, instead, she let the moment happen and watched her eyes travel up and down her body.

"You look gorgeous, honey," her father eventually finished.

"Thanks," she forced herself to say, then turned and immediately strode to the front door and left the house before she eye-fucked her father again.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she said, hurrying to her car. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm doing this."

She questioned her decision for the hundredth time that day but was determined that it was the right one. She didn't know why, she didn't know how. She was just sure of it.

Hopping quickly into her car and praying that it would start just fine, she turned the key and nearly cried out in triumph when the engine roared to life without protest. She pulled out, the tires briefly squealing from her excitement to leave.

She couldn't deny that the situation in the kitchen had been tense, but it was definitely in a good way. She knew that she liked the way that they were looking at her and had felt her arousal gently swelling inside.

She heard a honk behind her and realized that she was sitting at a green light. Waving at the car behind her, she accelerated and forced the thoughts of her recent interactions with her parents out of her head as she drove to her friend's dorm.

***

Zoey was dressed in a very cute skirt as well, though hers was nowhere near as skimpy as Sam's was. The black fabric was tight against her new friend and lover's hips and accentuating her natural curves. A tight black top accompanied the skirt, her cleavage on display, what little she had on her slight frame that is. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail that bounced deliciously as she walked over to where Sam had pulled up.

The door opened and the adorable, mousy girl peered in and smiled. "Hi!" she said.

"Hey girl!" Sam said. "You look so adorable!"

"God, you look so sexy!"

She slid down into Sam's seat as she spoke before leaning over and giving her a hug.

"It's good to see you," Sam said, looking pointedly at her. Zoey blushed, and for a moment Sam wondered if she was going to kiss her or not, but then the little minx darted forward and planted a kiss right on Sam's lips before sitting back and looking at her apprehensively.

"Sorry," she said. "I just had to."

Sam snickered. "I was hoping you would," she admitted.

Zoey blushed adorably, and Sam couldn't help but feel enamored with the delightfully cute girl.

"You ready for tonight?" she asked.

Zoey took a deep breath and blew it out. "Yes, and no," she said. "I mean, I'm in for whatever. But yeah, I'm super nervous and super horny."

She blushed even more after she realized what she'd said, causing Sam to adore her even more.

"So, how does this work?"

Sam pulled away from the curb and onto the street before she answered, trying to figure out the best way to respond.

"Well, we're heading there now," she began. "We'll park around on the side and Dr. Sanderson will let us in. He said that there was something he wanted to show me, and we're arriving a little early so that you can look around and ask us any questions you have."

She glanced over but Zoey just seemed to be content to listen and take it all in.

"Once we're ready, or when other people start to arrive, you and I will hurry to the closet and shut ourselves in. We lock the door and then... we just wait."

The two continued chatting as Sam drove to the club, pulling in and parking in her normal spot close to the side door. She saw Dr. Sanderson's car parked in front and smiled to herself, then looked over at Zoey.

"You ready?"

The adorable brunette nodded. "Just nervous."

"Don't be," Sam said, trying to sound confident. "Dr. Sanderson is a real sweetheart. You're not going to have to do anything that you don't want to do."

"Oh, I know, I just hope I'll be good enough."

Sam giggled and reached over to squeeze her friend's hand comfortingly.

"Come on," she said. "Let's go say hi."

The two gathered their things and hopped out, Zoey following behind as Sam went up and knocked on the door. It took longer than it usually did, but Dr. Sanderson eventually appeared behind the opened door and smiled at the two, beckoning them in.

"Ladies, welcome," he said, coming around the two as they stood patiently waiting for him to secure the side door once again.

"Dr. Sanderson, you remember my friend Zoey," Sam said, gesturing to the clearly nervous girl beside her.

"Zoey, you look absolutely delectable," he said. "So nervous," he added, looking at Sam but reaching out to gently lift her hand in his own.

"She is," Sam confirmed. "I told her that you're a real sweetheart."

"Very nice of you, but you know that I'm nothing of the sort," he said, frowning as he lifted her hand and kissed it, then squeezed it gently. "I'm downright villainous with my sexual proclivities, making young women come to my office and do downright dastardly things."

Sam grinned, shaking her head at him. "You know good and well that the young woman in question practically begged you to let her do that."

He chuckled, smiling at her and reaching out to draw her toward him. She smiled, coming up to him and kissing him on the lips.

"So," he said, "are you going to be participating at all tonight?" he asked, looking at Sam. "Or is your angelic friend here going to be doing all the work."

Sam giggled, offering a wink at Zoey. "Oh, I'm sure you'll be able to test both of us out, Dr. Sanderson, you dirty, dirty old man. I figured that's why you wanted us to show up early."

"Oh... my dear Mystery Girl," he said, clutching his chest dramatically. "If I were to let you two little vixens take care of me right now, I wouldn't be able to take part in the fun later. But rest assured that I'll find my way to your door."

Sam giggled and kissed him again before stepping back. "So, if you didn't call us here to take advantage of us being alone with you, what are we here so early for?"

Dr. Sanderson smiled. "Well, my wife has been aching to meet you. She's just around the corner there, waiting and she's got something of a surprise for you."

"Dr. Sanderson, you naughty, filthy old man," Sam purred. "You told your wife about me?"

"My dear, I tell my wife about every moment I spend with you," he said. "She's been trying to convince me to kidnap you and let us keep you at our house for our own personal use. Would you like to meet her?"

Sam snickered, playfully slapping him on the arm. "I definitely would," she said. "Zoey, is that okay?"

Zoey looked hesitant at first but then smiled and nodded at her.

"You sure? You can wait in the closet if you're not sure."

"I'm nervous, but not about being seen," she clarified.

"Marie, my love, it's safe to come out." Dr. Sanderson turned and led the two toward the end of the hall and the gloryhole door.

Before they got there, a tall brunette with raven-black hair and a gorgeous body stepped around the corner, smiling and walking confidently toward the three. Not hesitating in the least, she walked right up to Sam, slid her arm behind her head and leaned down, kissing her intensely for several seconds.

"I... have been wanting... to meet you," she said, smiling and stepping back. "I'm Marie Sanderson, Ed's wife."

Sam took a second to recover from the passionate kiss, giggling and shivering from the growing arousal it had caused. "It's very lovely to meet you."

"Zoey, correct?" Mrs. Sanderson asked.

"Lovely to meet you," Zoey answered, her amusement at the greeting obvious.

"Can I greet you correctly, my dear?" Mrs. Sanderson asked, oozing closer.

Zoey nodded weakly and swallowed hard, her form melting against the taller beauty's body as the hand slid behind her head and lips were pressed against lips. The raven goddess stepped back a few seconds later, though Zoey was still clearly out of it for several moments after.

"God, I just love college girls, honey," she said, moving over and sliding her arm into her husband's.

"Oh, me too my love, me too."

Sam giggled, pulling Zoey over to her and wrapping an arm through her friend's.

"Would you like a tour?" Dr. Sanderson asked, looking over at Zoey, who had finally recovered. "My wife would like to show something to your friend."

"Oh, uh... sure," Zoey said, looking at Sam.

She nodded comfortingly. "You're completely safe," she assured her.

"Well, not too safe," Dr. Sanderson said with a wide smile. He offered his arm to Zoey who promptly took it and began to walk through the complex with him.

"Nice to finally meet you Mrs. Sanderson," Sam said, turning and sliding up next to her.

"Duckling, I have heard so many wonderful stories about you from the men in our little conclave here."

"I'll bet you have," Sam said.

Mrs. Sanderson raised an eyebrow in clear surprise. "So confident!"

Sam giggled girlishly in response. "Just in my cocksucking skills," she clarified.

"Oh, but Kara and Kelly sing a similar song, my sweet little duckling," Mrs. Sanderson pointed out. "And that brings me to my point."

Sam couldn't wait to hear where this fun little conversation was going, though she hoped she was right in what she was thinking.

"See, I love getting hammered by a nice hard cock just as much as the next gal," she continued, walking the two around the corner and into the main room where the stripper pole and bar were, along with about a dozen couches. "But what I love just as much is a girl that can eat my pussy and make me scream like no man has the ability to."

Sam giggled again, turning and looking at her with a single challenging eyebrow.

"And since you're the apparent chosen one when it comes to sucking cock and eating pussy, I just had to figure out a way to get you to be able to play with the girls of our group as well."

"That... is something that I've honestly wanted to do and I've been trying to come up with a way to do that while maintaining my privacy."

"I understand, duckling," the raven-haired temptress said, licking her lips and sliding her hands across Sam's shoulders, her fingers sliding deftly under the straps of her top.

Being called duckling had been amusing at first, but she felt herself growing more aroused when she heard it again a moment later.

"You see, duckling, I know that you probably get a little bored in there in your little closet. I mean, once you use your expert skills to drain one of our poor men, he's practically worthless to the rest of us, let alone to you."

"But..." Sam prompted as Mrs. Sanderson's fingers danced across her collarbone for a moment before sliding one of the straps off her shoulder, the loose fabric dropping part of the top down and exposing one of her nipples.

"But... can you imagine how busy that talented little tongue of yours would be if you had access to the much larger population of women in our group? I mean, regardless of the fact that all the girls have been wanting to give your talents a try, a woman can have multiple orgasms and still be ready to go for more."

Sam whimpered as a wave of arousal swept through her, spurred on by the fingers gently pinching the exposed flesh of her nipple.

"As talented as you are with your mouth, little duckling, I can assure you that you'd have no end of willing participants if you were to join us. Can you imagine having more than twenty potential targets for your oral expertise?"

Sam moaned, swaying forward as she pinched even harder, pulling her nipple out and grinning down at her as she did so.

"Not to mention..."

Her eyes were lasered onto the other woman's face as her other hand slipped into Sam's shirt, her other nipple succumbing to the probing fingers.

"... that your undoubtedly tasty..."

Sam whimpered and bit her bottom lip as she twisted both nipples tenderly.

"... sweet..."

She smiled between her words, her fingers twisting ever-so-slightly more as Sam's pulse pounded in her ears.

"... succulent..."

Harder still she twisted, her brain sending pain and pleasure signals racing through her body.

"... morsel..."

Pinching now as she twisted, her lips curved into an obvious smirk as Sam whimpered louder at the desire simmering just inside her.

"... of a pussy..."

She released both at once, one hand sliding deftly underneath Sam's skirt and into her panties, the other moving up to softly squeeze Sam's throat.

"... would be ripe and ready for any one of us to pluck and devour for you..."

Sam moaned softly, but then suddenly she let go of her neck, slid her hand out of Sam's panties, stepped back with a look of amusement and seemed very pleased with herself.

Feeling like she was losing control, she took a moment to take a deep breath and try to do what her mother told her.

"It's your superpower," she told herself. "Use it. Turn the tables."

Forcing herself to focus, she looked up, seeing the look of pleasure on Marie's face and knowing that she was going to have to fix that look of smug satisfaction.

"So, how do we do that..." she said, taking another breath and sliding her top back into its proper place.

"Like this," Marie said, stepping away and heading over to the bar.

She began to imagine the hunger as something buried deep inside that she couldn't get to. When it got more intense, she imagined it growing. She pictured a hazy red energy field flowing through her. She tried to imagine herself forcing the energy to coalesce into a ball in her chest, but nothing happened. Her mother's voice in her head reminded her, "Surrender to the flow of the river of energy instead of fighting against it."

She closed her eyes and imagined the energy taking over, filling her body and making her do whatever it wanted. She let go, then opened her eyes.

To her surprise, the pounding in her ears began to ease, then slowed, then grew fainter. She smiled, feeling extremely aroused, but more in control of things.

Marie came back at that moment, holding an odd-looking black leather object. "Now, I know this might seem a little silly, but it's what I could come up with that would allow you to play and still keep your anonymity."

At first, she couldn't make out what it was. Everything on it was black, except for a zipper on the back and the holes in it. Eyeholes, she realized, finally understanding. It was a mask of some sort. She reached out and took it into her hands, turning it over and examining it.

It looked simple enough. There was zipper up the back and a mouth and eyeholes in it, as well as a hole at the top of it for her hair.

"What... what's this called?"

She was beginning to get the idea, and that alone made the pounding of her heart increase. She didn't fight the arousal, instead welcoming it and willing it grow. She felt her focus increase and saw Marie standing there ripe for the picking. She'd seemed so dangerously confident and alluring only moments before. Now, Sam felt like she could easily bend the incredibly beautiful woman to her every desire.

"It's a gimp slave mask; a toy used in BDSM. You see, you could wear that and still maintain your privacy!" Marie purred. "Can you imagine, duckling?"

The truth of what she could accomplish wearing the mask hit her.

"If you don't like this one, there are tons of other designs," Mrs. Sanderson continued, sounding almost like she was about to beg.

Sam noticed that even the sultry, seductive tone that Mrs. Sanderson had been using on her had faded away, leaving this almost desperate-looking creature in front of her. She could almost see the craving as a scarlet ball inside her, crackling with energy. It seemed to fill her with power, arousal, unabashed confidence, even an increased perception about the things in the room around her. In that moment, she saw the doctor's wife for what she truly was to Sam now.

Prey.

"You..." Sam began, her head lowering just a bit and her eyes levelling at beauty standing in front of her.

"... are..."

Mrs. Sanderson had stopped moving, her eyebrows rising in slow recognition of the change in Sam.

"... mine."

The look of recognition changed to one of shock as Sam surged forward and dropped to her knees. Marie gasped out loud as Sam yanked her skirt up and latched her mouth onto her pussy, her tongue surging against her tender folds.

"Ohhhhh... fuuuuuck..." Marie groaned as Sam looked up, desperate to please her. "Oh... my... fucking... GOD..." the raven-haired beauty called out loudly, gasping suddenly. "Whaaat... theeeee... fuuuuuck..."

The sounds and words were all was music to Sam's ears, the craving hammering in her veins urging her to punish the seductive temptress by driving her to an earth-shattering orgasm. She felt Marie's hand cradle the back of her head, her tongue sliding through the vixen's trough and plowing hard against her clit. Her hands went up, pulling at her new lover's ass and driving her pussy hard against her punishing mouth.

She'd never felt so aroused, yet so in control at the same time.

"Jesus... duck... girl..." Marie babbled, gasping and gyrating against Sam's softly violent ministrations as she furrowed through her pussy again and again, sliding the tip of her tongue across the engorged, angry clit again and again.

Still looking up and seeing the beauty's eyes roll back in her head, Sam grinned to herself, her determination to give her the best orgasm she'd ever had doubling. She lost track of time, her only focus being the quivering mound of the gasping angelic beauty she was devouring. Nothing else mattered to her as the minutes ticked by.

"Grrrrrggggghghhhh," Marie cried out at last, pulling hard against Sam's blonde locks and falling down to the floor.

Not slowing in the least, Sam followed her and latched back onto her pussy, pushing the raven goddess backward to lay flat on the cold floor.

"Uhg... guh... mugh... guh... awwd..." Marie gurgled, both of her legs shaking and quivering as Sam continued to relentlessly punish her pussy. Over and over, she slaked her tongue through the delicious snatch, hammering it again and again against the pulsating, sensitive clit.

Finally, Marie forced Sam's head back, clearly unable to take anymore as she weakly slid her legs closed and turned onto her side.

Her desire to turn the tables on Mrs. Sanderson's attempt to seduce her had been halted so she moved to her knees and glanced around. Zoey and Dr. Sanderson were standing to her right side, watching with huge grins on both their faces. Sam giggled at the two, moving to her feet and taking her new mask with her.

"I see you liked her idea," Dr. Sanderson commented as she walked over to him.

"Pull your cock out and I'll show you how much I did," she said, grinning at him and raising an eyebrow in challenge.

He laughed and sighed deeply. "I think I need to go help my wife recover, gorgeous. It sounds like you might have killed the poor woman."

He checked the clock on the wall. "It's getting close to time for people to arrive. Why don't you go and help Zoey get settled in the room."

"Mmm... yes sir," Sam said, running her finger across her lips and sliding the wetness into her mouth.

He sighed and looked over to his wife, then called out, "Marie my darling, are you dead?"

Sam giggled again, watching as he turned with a wink and walked over to kneel next to his wife, then chuckled at the quivering, bliss-filled form next to him.

The sound of a door handle turning made her eyes go wide and she quickly yanked Zoey back around the corner with her, both of them hugging the wall and holding their breath. Several new voices could be heard chatting away before pausing and female voice asking, "Oh dear, what happened to her?"

Not waiting to hear the reply, Sam hurried into the closet with Zoey fast behind her.

"That was close!" she said, grinning and shutting the door behind her.

"What did you do to that poor woman?" her friend asked, laughing loudly.

"Shhh," Sam giggled, taking Zoey's hands in her own as the two erupted into more laughs.

It took a bit, but the two finally managed to stop laughing and calm themselves.

"I can't believe we almost got caught," Zoey whispered.

"I know. Sorry, I tend to get carried away at this place."

"I could tell," the cute brunette said. "I watched you working on Dr. Sanderson's wife."

Sam snickered and shrugged. "She deserved it, honestly. She was teasing me, plus she gave me this as a gift." She held up the mask and showed it to her closet companion.

"Okay..." Zoey said, scrunching up her face in confusion. "What... what am I looking at?"

Sam giggled. "It's for me to be able to wear and leave the room! It protects my anonymity."

"Oh, for like bathroom breaks and stuff?"

Sam laughed again and rolled her eyes. "No, silly, like... if I wanted to go and join the fun!"

"Oh!" Zoey said, her eyes widening and another giggle escaping.

Sam studied the mask once more, thrilled by the idea. She was already planning to search online for one that suited her style. The thought of others being able to see her eyes didn't sit well with her, and she considered tucking her hair inside rather than letting her ponytail show. She'd experiment with her current mask when she got home, adjusting it until it felt just right.

"Are you planning on using it tonight?" Zoey asked, looking a little nervous.

Sam briefly considered it but could see that Zoey was worried enough already and quickly shook her head. "Maybe sometime soon," she said. "I dunno. I mean, I think I love the idea, but I'm going to have to really take my time and make sure that there's not anything that I'm not thinking of that will cause issues."

Zoey's relief was immediate and obvious, causing Sam to smirk at her.

"What's gotten you so nervous?"

"I don't know, just... everything about this I guess."

"Well," Sam began, "It's not like you're going to have to worry about them liking what you do. I mean, I highly doubt that there are any guys that don't enjoy getting blown, you know? You're going to have their dicks in your mouth. They'll love it."

The mousy brunette seemed to relax then, and Sam offered her a comforting wink.

A few seconds later, there was a knock on the door and Dr. Sanderson's voice called out. "It's Ed. Can I open the door? It's safe."

Sam reached up and unlocked the door, then stood up and gestured for Zoey to do the same. Once they were both on their feet, she reached out and turned the handle. Dr. Sanderson's handsome face peered in, and he was kind enough to keep the door pinned to his left side to give anyone outside the smallest view possible.

"Is your wife alive?" Sam asked with a wicked smile.

"Still recovering, my sweet," he said and shook his head at her in playful admonishment. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be telling the men to at least pay a visit to you two sometime during the night. I realized that you probably have no idea when someone is going to visit, if at all, and I decided that, that just wasn't fair."

Sam smiled and decided that the idea had definite merit.

"Good," she said. "Thanks for thinking of us. Are you going to be following this new rule?"

"Like you have to even ask," he said, frowning. "The other thing I wanted to ask was, what do we refer to you as?" He turned to look at Zoey as he spoke.

"Oh, um, I dunno..."

"Your lovely friend is called 'Mystery Girl' by the group. Maybe something like that?"

"Well... my middle name is Rae..." she said, looking at Sam for obvious support.

"Pretty, but it's still your real name," she pointed out. "Maybe..."

"Something secret just between us," Dr. Sanderson added, not really helping the situation any.

"Ooo, what about 'Secret Slut'?" Zoey ventured.

Sam turned and looked at her in genuine surprise and the two started laughing again.

"Wonderful, 'Mystery Girl' and 'Secret Slut'," he said, grinning down at the two.

"We sound like a couple of really pervy superheroes," Zoey added.

Recovering a moment later, Sam looked back up and smiled at Dr. Sanderson. He had a look of bemusement on his face.

"Need anything else?" he asked.

Sam winked happily at him and shook her head.

"I hope you have a yummy night!" he said.

"Thanks Dr. Sanderson," she purred, winking at him. "Send us some dick!"

He laughed and stepped back, shutting the door behind him. Sam quickly latched it and turned, kneeling on the floor next to the chair.

"You can have the chair for now if you like," she said. "So, how did the tour go?"

Zoey slid down to the single chair in the small space and snickered. "He's a handsy one, for sure. He showed me the couple of spare rooms in that hallway we came in on, plus this one. Then, we went downstairs to a room with a whole bunch of pillows, some mattresses and a few couches. He said they call it the red room, I think."

Sam recalled the last time she'd seen it, peeking in at the myriad of naked bodies and cacophony of moans and gasps of pleasure. That had been just before Duncan had seen her and followed her upstairs to this very room. She remembered quite fondly how that had ended, with his magnificent cock drained, and her lips tasting of his cum.

Zoey's voice brought her back to the present.

"... wouldn't ever be actually able to do anything down there, I don't think. I don't know. Maybe. After that he showed me the other big room, saying it was like a fantasy room where they could like, enact different sexual fantasies or whatever. That's where he asked me if I had any fantasies and started getting flirty."

"Did you like it?"

Sam glanced over at her inquisitively. Looking at her expressions and body language, it looked at first like she was unsure, but then she recognized happiness, excitement, maybe even arousal.

"Him flirting with me?" Zoey asked. "I think I did, actually. I mean, he didn't really do much to me considering where we are... but he kind of... caressed my breasts and kissed me a few times. He kept calling me little pet names like kitten, dumpling, gorgeous, sweetie. It was funny, but also kind of..."

"Hot," Sam guessed.

"Yeah, exactly!" Zoey confirmed, snapping her fingers. "I was like... surprised, you know? He's like... old!"

"Dr. Sanderson is very, very suave. I absolutely love teasing him when I get here a little early and getting him so turned on that he just has to have me. But it's just as likely that he turns me on or has my motor running so hot that I can barely control myself. In my opinion he's extremely fuckable."

Zoey blew out a sigh, then giggled nervously. "I honestly thought he was going to try and do more. Like, maybe get me to suck him off out there or that maybe he wanted to fuck me first."

"Oh, honey, I can promise you that he wanted to. If you're lucky he'll still be capable at the end of the night when they let us out."

Zoey grinned, clearly liking the idea.

A few minutes of silence followed before Sam broke it. Turning, she looked at her friend and said, "So... any questions?"

"Tons," she replied. "But... I guess, tell me how it works again."

"Okay," Sam said. "Well, the switch on the left there," she said, pointing up at the two light switches on the right side near the door, "indicates that someone is in here and is ready to play. The other is for us inside in case we need light, but I tend to just keep it off. It's a tad bright and when it's on, I'm pretty sure that you can see in through the hole."

Zoey nodded sagely.

Sam pointed at the sliding panel on the door next. "Someone will walk up to the door and knock. I think we're supposed to technically knock back at them, but it's not like there's a rulebook. Usually, I just slide the panel aside and wait for them to stick their dicks through the hole. Then... well, you can probably figure out the next part."

"Do you swallow if they cum?"

Sam snickered, remembering when that wasn't an option for her. "If they don't stop me from sucking, I do. Regardless, I always swallow. If you don't like it, you can just spit it out, or like... give it to me, I guess. I can tell Dr. Sanderson or Kara to give us some towels."

"No, it's fine. I only wanted to make sure that I did what they normally received, you know? If you swallow and that's how it's done, then I wanted to make sure and do it the same way."

Amused, Sam nodded but then snapped her fingers when she remembered something else.

"They're also allowed to ask us questions. The general rule is that we use one knock for yes, two knocks for no."

Zoey nodded, smiling slightly and looking around. "Not really much room in here."

"No, but we don't really need much."

"True, but it would be great to be able to be able to fool around or something while we wait."

Sam turned and looked at Zoey in surprise.

"What?" she asked. "Is that not allowed?"

With a sly smirk, Sam leaned over, her hand sneaking behind Zoey's head and bringing her in for a soft, playful kiss.

"Are you wanting me to eat your pussy for you?"

She smirked and kissed Sam fervently but then broke it off and looked at her. "Actually, I kinda wanted to do it to you. But, after what I saw what you did to Mrs. Sanderson, I don't know."

Sam laughed easily and kissed her again. "Ohhh... duckling... come on..." she said in playful mockery.

Zoey giggled and looked like she was going to answer, but then there was a knock on the door. She turned and smiled at Zoey, reaching up to flip the switch that turned out the light.

"Ready?" she whispered, receiving a hand squeeze in return.

She reached up and slid open the panel, the relatively dim light of the hallway pouring in through the hole. It disappeared quickly though as a nicely sized cock pushed through, though it was not yet completely erect.

"Goddamn, Steve, you already taking advantage?" The voice sounded familiar.

"Duncan," she thought. She was quietly thankful that he hadn't been the first one through the hole. She didn't think Zoey was going to be able to tackle that mountain just yet.

"Heck yeah man," the voice just on the other side of the door said. "I'm just waking the big fella up."

The first talker laughed and she felt surer of herself that it was Duncan that was talking to "Steve".

Sam turned, peering into the darkness and just barely making out Zoey.

"You want to start it off?" she whispered quietly.

"Oh... right," Zoey said, squeezing her hand once before releasing it, then added, "duh."

She sensed her friend moving to get into position and moved out of her way as best she could.

"Mmm, that's it," Steve said. "Nice."

Soft sucking sounds came to her ears, and Sam smiled in the darkness.

"Say, your wife going to be here or did she leave yet?"

"Steve again," Sam thought.

"Yeah, she's flies out this coming week," Duncan answered. "I think she's over talking to Paul and Heidi. You needing to give her some of the 'love muscle'?"

"Hell yeah man," Steve said. "Love me some redheads."

"Be my guest, bud," Duncan said. "I know damn well how much she enjoys fucking you."

There was a hearty laugh from just outside the door.

"Fuck..." he grunted. "Damn, 'Mystery Girl'. You're eager tonight."

Zoey whimpered in the darkness, her moans filling the small room. Sam reached out and softly caressed her friend's back.

"So, how's my girlfriend working out up at the office?" Steve asked.

"She's a very gifted secretary," Duncan replied, both men laughing in response. Sam got the feeling that she was missing the joke.

"Damn," Steve commented again after several more seconds wet sucking. "I'm sorry darlin', I've got to stop the fun or you'll make me cum and then I wouldn't be able to show Duncan's wife how good the dick is."

The room grew brighter as his cock withdrew, and Sam saw Zoey leaning forward to peer out, her mouth briefly turning down into a frown.

"Aww man, you know..." Duncan said, his voice growing fainter as they walked away. It must have been something funny as the two men laughing even harder a few seconds later.

Zoey turned and grinned at Sam in the dim light, then quickly slid the panel back in place.

"So, did you enjoy it?" she whispered.

"That was... so hot!"

"I know, right?"

"I mean," she continued to gush, "I had no idea who that was! That's so filthy and slutty! Gosh... Sam... that was awesome!"

She giggled at her friend's reaction.

The rumble of the two voices outside had muffled once the panel was closed, and soon they couldn't be heard. The general background noise of voices grew steadily over the next few minutes until she heard someone speaking louder than the rest. Reaching up, she slid the panel aside and leaned in closer to hear the speaker, Zoey following her lead.

The dim light of the hallway showed that it was empty, as she'd expected.

"They do announcements and stuff at the beginning of the night, then I think they act out a fantasy or something. At least I think that's what Kara told me."

She couldn't make out any words, but it was a female that was speaking, though not anyone she recognized. The voice continued talking, but then another took over. Conversation continued, the faint talking only interrupted by laughter and cheers from the rest of the group.

She sighed, sliding the panel back into place and sitting back. Reaching for her purse, she snagged her phone out of it and unlocked it, the light from her screen doing a decent job of lighting the small room.

She turned and looked at Zoey, seeing that her friend looked a little bored.

"I know," she said with a sympathetic past on her hand. "There's not much to do but sit here and silently beg for someone to come and shove their cock through the hole."

Zoey giggled. "Yeah, it's definitely fun, I just... it's a little dull sitting here." She sighed and looked around.

"We could try fooling around," Sam suggested, smirking at her. She thought it would've elicited laughter, but it seemed that her friend had taken it seriously.

"You know..."

Zoey turned and looked at the room, then gestured to the chair. "Do you think we can set this in the hallway? I could lay down on the ground and you can sit on my face."

Sam laughed despite an attempt not to.

"I'm serious," Zoey said, smirking at her. "I'm bored and I really want to go down on you."

With a giggle, Sam stood, her friend joining her a second later.

"Check and make sure no one is there," she said.

Zoey nodded as Sam backed up out of the immediate line of sight. The door cracked open, and light poured in.

"It's clear," Zoey whispered, turning and grabbing the chair as Sam lifted it for her.

She hurried out of the closet and disappeared behind the door for a few seconds. Sam heard the chair being set on the ground before Zoey rushed back in and closed the door behind her.

The two giggled nervously and clutched at each other. Sam quickly broke the awkwardness by leaning in and briefly kissing the smaller girl.

The two began to converse quietly, and Sam found her friend to be very easy to talk to. She seemed extremely curious to hear about other events in Sam's sexual history. She obviously couldn't say anything about Dane or her father, at least not yet, but that didn't mean she couldn't detail other things.

She told her how she'd been with Keith the first time, the guy in the bathroom at the burger joint, and how Toni had let her have sex with Wade.

"So, do you have a preference of how big the guys is?" Zoey asked at one point.

Sam fell silent as she considered the question.

"Honestly, not really. Keith was below average, and I enjoyed the few times we were together. Wade was probably the largest, wait... no, that was Duncan for sure. But they were both great to fool around with. I mean... it was more fun to play with and suck on when it was bigger sized. I guess it's more important to me that the guy be able to recover quickly. But that wouldn't be a deal breaker or anything."

Zoey seemed to be about to speak when the far-off din of conversation grew steadily louder, and the two girls fell silent.

There was a knock at the door, then a female voice.

"Hey, it's Kara," a voice called. "Just open the slot."

Sam reached up and slid the panel aside after turning the light on her phone off.

"Hey!" she whispered.

"Hi sweetie!"

She saw Kara peering in but knew that she couldn't see anything.

"Just wanted to let you know that Ed let the group know that there are two options in here now. We've got all the members here tonight. Most of the group are heading down to the red room, but Ed made sure to tell the guys to all pay a visit to you two."

"Kay," Sam whispered. "How are you?"

"I'm great," Kara replied. "You need to come back and spend the night with Duncan, Kelly and I again."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea."

"We all miss that magical mouth of yours," the redhead added with an easy laugh. "Speaking of, I saw what you did to poor Marie."

"Poor Marie my ass," Sam said, louder than she'd intended and quieted quickly as Zoey and Kara both giggled. "She brought that on herself. You don't wake up Sam if you can't handle her."

"Oh, I believe it," Kara said. She peered to the other side of the hole then. "Hi, 'Secret Slut'," she said quietly. "If you need anything at all, Sam knows how to get a hold of me."

"Thanks!" Zoey said. "I'm so excited that y'all are letting me participate."

"Sweetie, these men are the lucky ones. Y'all have fun!"

She winked and waved, then stood as Sam slid the panel back into place.

"Mmm... hey there, Marucs," Kara said, causing Sam's eyes to open wide when she heard her father's name.

"Kara, you are one damn gorgeous sight to behold," her father said.

Sam felt her heart start pounding in her chest and tried to stop herself from panicking.

"Are you going to take advantage of those talented mouths we have for you to enjoy?"

The sound of kissing could be heard, and she had the image of Kara and her father embracing and making out pop into her head.

"Mmm... you taste like fuckin' strawberries," he said. "But, no, fireball, not just yet."

More kissing sounds could be heard before Kara spoke.

"Fuck," she said. "You're already so damn hard."

He laughed. "Can you blame me? Gorgeous women all around. My poor dick doesn't know where to start."

Kara giggled.

The majority of the voices had gone down the stairs that were just on the other side of the wall where Sam was sitting, but she could still hear a few.

"Marcus you dirty dog, you." Another voice, this one familiar as well. "Get your dick down there and into my wife."

"Just as soon as you get yours into mine!"

More masculine voices joined the first two and soon there was a confusing jumble of conversation just outside the door. The guys outside the door seemed to be jockeying to be the first in line, or at least some of them did. There was a knock and Sam held her breath but then saw the panel slide to the side as Zoey moved up and into position.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she remembered her friend sitting next to her.

A nicely sized cock slid in and drooped over the edge of the hole. Zoey promptly leaned forward and took it into her mouth, a groan of approval coming from the person on the other side. Sam watched, her mouth water, as the shaft that had been shoved through the hole throbbed to full thickness.

Zoey moaned as her lips slid back and forth along the length, then backed up and took a breath before descending again. In that moment Sam saw that the fleshy rod was curved downward. She'd seen it before, but it was nowhere near big enough to belong to...

"Marcus," she thought.

After a few seconds, the cock was pulled out of the hole and another took its place. Zoey giggled and obediently took that one into her mouth. Sam watched with rapt attention as the adorable little slut bobbed back and forth, this new cock growing to full size and then sliding back out after he'd let her pay a few minutes worth of attention to it.

Another slid in, this one bigger than the previous two but still not as large as the one she was watching for. Once more Zoey moved in on it, her tongue sliding across the head before wrapping her lips around it. This one was already hard when it had come in and stayed a little longer than the other two had.

Another cock replaced it, and then another, each time the voices dropping in number until there were just a few right outside.

"Mmmph," Zoey whimpered, and Sam smiled hearing how much her friend was enjoying herself.

The cock slid from her lips, and she gasped, then moaned in disappointment. Moving to the hole, she put her lips right up against it and held there.

Sam giggled quietly.

"Nah, you go ahead bud."

Her father, she realized.

"Marcus," she silently corrected herself.

"Nah, you first," another male voice, this one definitely Duncan.

She couldn't help but see the two massive cocks in her head and taste the way they'd felt on her tongue. She remembered fucking Duncan nice and slow on the couch in his house. The memory of the orgasms it gave her and brought her so much needed relief followed, and she moaned at the flood of memories.

She whimpered softly in the darkness, feeling the flow of energy through her overtaking her again. She seemed to be losing control, felt her grasp on the craving inside slipping away.

The two outside the door continued to talk and laugh, before Zoey whimpered in surprise and backed up from the hole as a very large shaft slid in.

"There you go, Mystery Girl," Duncan called.

"Suck it!"

She whimpered, seeing Zoey moving her hand along the length and staring up at the shaft in awe of its sheer size.

Sam's eyesight grew hazy, the blood pounding in her veins making it hard to focus, to form coherent thoughts.

"Suck it!"

She licked her lips, feeling the pull and almost ravenous desire to have the throbbing flesh between her lips.

Zoey planted a kiss on the end and gave it a teasing lick.

The voice outside said something but Sam couldn't even begin to comprehend.

"Suck it!"

The words in her head made her squeeze her eyes shut. They didn't even feel like her thoughts.

"Suck it!"

An image popped into her head suddenly. She saw Sam and Samantha standing in the darkness. Sam had on what looked like a leather bikini with an odd-looking whip in one hand. Samantha stood next to her and was clad in an outfit that she'd have worn to church.

Zoey kissed the tip again, her lips sliding over the crown and around the cusp, a low moan of approval coming from the man just outside.

"Suck it!"

The image in her mind morphed. Now Sam was holding a leash, the collar snug around Samantha's neck.

Duncan's voice just outside again. Laughter.

"Suck it!"

The image changed. Sam was still the same, but Samantha's clothes were in tatters and she was kneeling on the floor right next to her. Sam was grinning but Samantha looked like she'd been weeping.

The noise of Zoey's hand sliding over the length was like a beacon, calling her forward. Gently suckling noises punctuated by encouraging grunts of approval.

"Suck it!"

The vision of Sam stayed mostly the same. The only difference was the smile on her face had grown impossibly wide. Samantha was still kneeling, looking defeated, but her hair had changed color to jet-black.

Sam whimpered again, the throbbing ache inside driving her to desperation.

The voice outside was saying something. She didn't care.

"Suck it!"

The image of the two Sam's grew brighter in her mind. She could just barely make out a third image of herself. This one was dressed like she currently was, wearing the same clothes and was standing just behind the first two, a hand on each of their heads. As the river of energy swallowed her, she saw the faint image of herself opening and closing her mouth.

"Suck it!" it said.

A slave to its command, Sam reached up and pulled at Zoey, moving in as her friend giggled in surprise.

She hadn't seen the first cock slide out of the hole and another take its place. Her vision was hazy, her pulse pounding, her arousal higher than she'd ever felt. The shaft loomed in front of her.

Zoey giggled again.

Warm flesh pressed against her lips and tongue, forcing a cry of pleasure from her own mouth. Zoey moved again beside her, this time working her way down, down, down.

Between her legs she felt someone laying down, maneuvering into position and pulling her panties to the side. A tongue slathered through her drenched pussy and sent shivers racing up and down her body.

The pulsing head loomed in front of her like a beacon, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

"Secret Slut?" the voice from outside.

"I'll be downstairs, bro," the familiar voice says.

Sam wrapped her lips around the crown and elicited a moan of approval.

"Ughffck," she mumbled around the succulent flesh.

Throbbing in her mouth, she automatically began sliding back and forth on the length. One hand grasped the furiously slurping and licking head between her legs, the other reached up and ferociously pinched her nipples.

The voice outside comments. "So fucking good. Tasty little peach."

Sam whimpered in recognition as the flesh throbbed in her mouth. Her tongue slathered the length, her lips caressing and carousing each millimeter of flesh. She forced it deep, her throat opening up and letting it drive deep to find a home there.

Zoey's punishment continued, and Sam felt both arms wrapping around her thighs as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

He thrusts through the hole, the head of his perfect cock driving deeper. Sam moans, loving every moment even as she felt the truth coming to the surface of her mind.

He speaks again, but she can't hear it.

All at once she realized what was going on, her eyes cleared, and she knew without a doubt that what she'd been trying to avoid had actually happened.

"Thanks, Secret Slut," the man just outside the door grunted. "I'll come back again."

Sam whimpered as Zoey continued to slurp and suck at her poor, aching pussy, but her eyes were on the vacant hole in front of her. The cock was long gone, the footsteps of the owner moving down the stairs beside her.

Her orgasm imminent, she finally found clarity as her thoughts crystallized with the first contractions of pleasure.

"Daddy!"

*****

Alex

He was older, sure, but she could see that he was attractive, even with the mask on. His joviality and conversation and dancing skills were pure gold, and she knew that she would probably be putty in his fingers if he continued to play with her like he was.

He led her over to the door, then out, the two conversing congenially as they walked. They passed another door and she looked inside but didn't recognize anyone.

"Why don't you let me pick one," he offered. "I think I might know something you'll enjoy."

She smiled, her arousal continuing to grow. "You think you know what I'll like?" she asked. "Is this something for just you, or will others be involved?"

"Oh, my dear if I could keep you to myself, I would whisk you away to my far away castle, never to let any harm come to you, but I fear your radiance would..."

She laughed.

"Too much?" he asked, amused.

She couldn't help herself and kissed him, intending for it to just be a peck. His hand slipped behind her back and effortlessly pulled her tight up against him, though, and she forgot all about keeping the kiss brief. He gently caressed the exposed flesh of her back with the other hand, and she whimpered in response.

A few seconds passed before she realized that he'd stopped kissing her, and she opened her eyes to see that he was studying her quietly, a curious smile on his face.

"You're dangerous," she said, smirking at him.

"Only in the most delightful ways," he assured her.

Clutching his arm tighter, she couldn't help but feel a little enamored with him. Realizing that she still didn't know his name, she turned to regard him.

"So, what do I call you?" she asked.

"Will 'Daddy' be okay?" he asked, smiling widely.

She laughed, seeing the humor in his eyes.

"Kidding, my sweet. You may call me Charles," he amended.

"Eridani," she replied, smiling and clutching him a little tighter.

They walked down the hall and then to a room she didn't think she'd been in before. It wasn't hidden or anything, and she figured that they just must have missed it.

There were couches and chairs scattered around with various people occupying them, but in the middle was an odd-looking table. Or was it couch? She couldn't quite tell.

It was cushioned, but it didn't have a back or sides, and it didn't look like you could lay down on it very comfortably. It sat on a central metal pillar, and as they approached, she saw Charles spin it easily with one hand. There was something oddly familiar about it that she couldn't place.

"So... what do you think?" he asked, gesturing to the strange piece of furniture.

"Um, you'll have to show me what to do," she said. "I'm... confused."

He chuckled, stepping over to her as his finger dipped under her chin. Her breath caught in her throat then as he drew her face up, kissing her gently, his hand moving up to cradle one of her breasts for soft squeeze.

She whimpered in surprise, then realized that her breast was exposed. He'd deftly slid the strap off and had her orb in his hands before she'd known it was done, the other side sliding off a moment later. She felt the garment piled up at her feet, then suddenly sensed another presence behind her.

She wanted to turn and check to confirm what she'd sensed, but Charles' talented kissing was extremely distracting. Warm lips caressed the skin of her shoulder, moving along from one side to the other, another set of hands moving to caress her breasts, then squeeze them as Charles kissed her, his own hands moving up to cradle her face.

Someone lifted one foot, then then other, freeing her from the confines of her shoes. The hands cradling her feet were then accompanied by the wet lips of someone kissing one of them, and she whimpered in surprise at the surrealness of the moment.

Charles guided her slowly, his lips still on hers and his hands still on her head. Somehow, she was moved over to the odd, cushioned table, laying down on it on her back as he leaned over to kiss her.

From a pocket he produced a blindfold, deftly tying it over her mask. His lips were gone then, but quickly replaced by someone else's. She sensed that this was a woman but couldn't be sure. The skin seemed softer, more delicate, the tongue smaller and faster. She whimpered, her senses overwhelmed in the moment as she realized more parts of her were being touched and kissed, caressed and pinched.

"My dear," a voice came, whispering into her ear. Charles.

"Yes?" she whimpered.

"I'm going to let the others play with you, my peach. But first you're going to suck my cock, isn't that right my sweet?"

She nodded automatically, not realizing that she'd even done so.

A man in a mask, a woman on his arm also wearing one. Each was distinct.

Both figures reach up to remove them.

Alex felt someone warm beside her and smelled her boyfriend's brand of cologne.

"Bryce," she thought, and promptly slid her arm over him.

Sleep came again, no dreams this time though.

Movement on the bed woke her up again and she slowly sat up, fighting to force her eyes to open.

"Morning gorgeous."

"Boyfriend," she thought.

"Mmm," she said, then giggled when she felt his lips pressing against hers, his body pushing hers back into the bed.

The feeling of his weight on top of her was strangely comforting as he slid in between her legs.

She opened her eyes and saw his gorgeous smile looking down at her.

"Hi," she said, laughing as he leaned in and kissed her again.

The two stared at each other for several long moments, both enjoying the comfortable silence and drinking each other in.

"Did I misbehave last night?" she asked quietly.

"Baby," he began as he moved to his knees and stared down at her. "You were the sexiest little slut I've ever seen!"

"Mmm... glad you approve," she said. "I figured I must have been on another level again, because I don't remember much."

"Damn, baby," he said, laughing. "You did get cock drunk, didn't you."

"I guess so," she said, smirking up at him. "I remember all the fun before we got here, but not much after. I think the last thing I remember is us all sitting around talking in the room with the big TV in it."

"Yeah, that's about the time that shit got sticky," he said, laughing at the slightly disgusted face she made.

"Did you have fun?" she asked him, pulling him down for another kiss before he hopped off and slid back out of bed.

"Yeah," he said. "Let's see."

He started to pull on his clothes as he spoke, detailing the fun from the night before. He talked about how she and Dex had mostly fucked each other's brains out while he and Jessie had fun together. She hadn't expected to hear that he'd carried her to another part of the house to go find Dexter's brother, Jack and the two taking the nubile little fox together. To top it off, apparently Alex herself had sucked Jack's cock as soon as he'd entered the TV room again.

"And uh... just in case it wasn't clear," he added, "Jack was the one in her ass, you little freak."

Alex was briefly surprised but then shrugged, drawing a laugh from him.

"After that, Jessie helped me get you into this spare bedroom and I played a little bit more with her before coming back to you."

"Oh?" she asked. "Did you enjoy her?"

"Hell yes," he said. "You and I definitely need to have her to ourselves sometime."

Bryce continued talking as she stood and pulled her dress on from the night before. She honestly wasn't all that surprised by the shenanigans that Jessie had caused that morning. It was her nature, after all.

The two finished dressing and gathered the rest of their things before stepping out of the bedroom.

Dex was in the kitchen when they entered.

"Morning," he said, smiling as she came over and gave him a hug and a kiss.

"Thanks for fucking me senseless last night," she purred. "I'd drop to my knees and thank you even more if I didn't have to get home so that I could head to work."

"God damn, gorgeous," Dex said. "You couldn't breathe life into my dick with a shot of adrenaline and those shock paddles that doctors use."

She giggled and kissed him again.

"We've got to get going," she said, offering him a playful frown. "Tell Jessie that we had fun and that we'll definitely have to do it again."

"Later bro," Bryce said, clapping him on the back as he led her out the front door. "I'll holler about the thing we were talking about."

Dex grinned and waved as the two walked together down to Bryce's truck, got in, and left.

"So, what's this thing that you're going to text Dex about?" Alex asked.

She turned and looked at Bryce when he didn't respond immediately.

"I can't tell you," he said with a smirk.

"Oh?" she asked.

That meant that it was something he was planning. With her birthday coming up it was probably something he wanted to give her. She decided to let it go and not pry, figuring that it probably had to do with sex since Dex was involved.

Of course, most of her life seemed to have to do with sex lately.

"Not going to try and get any information out of me?" he asked a minute later.

She shook her head. "I know whatever it is, you want to surprise me with. I think we both know that I could get whatever information out of you I wanted to."

"Shit, you could get anything you wanted from me, gorgeous," he corrected.

She giggled. "True enough. Plus, I trust that you know me well enough to know what I would and wouldn't like."

"Also true," he agreed.

"So, I'm looking forward to whatever the surprise is."

"Good," he said, flashing his ridiculous smile at her.

She felt her heart flutter a bit and gave him a wink. He pulled up to the curb at her parent's house a few minutes later and the two kissed for a bit before she told him goodbye and went inside to get ready for work.

After earning some really great tips during her double shift, she went home and crashed into bed.

***

The next morning, she awoke to find that she was alone. That was a little strange since she'd expected to find her twin in bed with her as that seemed to be the current standard.

Dismissing the oddity, she roused herself and got her day started. After a shower and a quick breakfast, she went back upstairs and studied for a few hours.

She thought about checking with her friends to see if they wanted to hang out, but she dismissed that idea. While she'd definitely enjoyed all the sex she'd had lately, she was actually sore from the night before and knew that she needed a break.

After studying, she napped and wasted most of the rest of the day being lazy and listening to music and the like. She had a light supper and went back up to her room, briefly peeking in on her twin and seeing that she still wasn't home. Wade was the most likely culprit, she knew.

She sat on her bed for a little while but felt like she'd been cooped up in her room too much, so she decided to head down and see if her parents were home.

As she reached the bottom landing, she heard laughing and talking coming from the living room and smiled, recognizing her mother's voice.

"Well, it definitely didn't happen often honey, but..."

Alex entered and saw her mother look over and smile. Sam was sitting on the couch next to her and glanced over, a curious grin coming to her face.

"Sorry, did I interrupt?" Alex asked, pausing on her way to join the two.

She glanced over and noticed her father in his recliner when he looked up from the book he was reading and smiled at her.

"Not at all," her mother assured her, holding out an arm and beckoning for her to join them.

Alex slid down and snuggled up against her, sighing in contentment as she started to run a hand through her long, dark hair.

"How are you, honey?" she asked. "How is that devilishly handsome boyfriend?"

Alex giggled girlishly and glanced over at her father.

"Oh, he's good," she said, drawing a knowing snicker from her mother.

"He's definitely easy on the eyes," Sam said, surprising Alex.

She glanced over and saw her sibling smiling with an oddly playful expression on her face. It felt almost provocative.

"How was your double date?"

Alex giggled again.

"It was great," she said. "Dex and Jessie are lots of fun."

"Oh my," Sam said. "You went out with Jessie and her boyfriend? I'm sure you had an eventful evening."

"You have no idea," Alex said, stealing another look over at her father. He'd gone back to being engrossed in his book.

Sam got up from her position on the couch and leaned over to give her mother a kiss, then turned and started toward her father.

"I'm going to go study," she said, pausing and leaning over to kiss him on the forehead.

He pulled her down to his lap as she squealed in surprise. After a few seconds of tickling, she settled down on top of him and nuzzled at his neck. He whispered something to her a few moments later that caused her to smile and raise her head to stare at him.

"Is everything okay, honey?" her mother asked, drawing Alex's attention back to her.

"Mmhmm," she said. "I was just cooped up in my room most of the day and wanted to come check on you guys."

She could hear Sam and her father talking quietly to one another, but she couldn't make out anything that was said.

"Did you mention the Halloween party to your friends?"

"Oh, yes," Alex said, snapping her fingers and turning to face her, "I meant to tell you, I invited Jessie and her boyfriend. I hope that's okay."

"Of course," her mother assured her. She frowned briefly, causing Alex to look at her inquisitively.

"What?" she prodded.

"I think its important to let you know something, so that you can warn your friends. I've already told Dane and Sam."

"Okay..." Alex stated flatly.

"Only if you're lucky," Sam said. Her voice had grown from the whispered tone it had been at and drew the gaze of Alex and her mother over. The pretty blonde was standing next to her father's recliner but then glanced over at the two briefly, then back at her dad. "Study time," she stated, and promptly walked out of the living room.

Alex looked back over at her mother, waiting for her to continue.

"You know that Ken and Cindy are swingers," she said.

It wasn't a question, just a statement of fact.

Alex nodded.

"Well, your father and I used to swing with them."

Alex grew a little trepidatious, but only because of the weird topic that she found herself discussing.

"I know that you guys started again," she said. "Or at least did once. I heard y'all talking in the kitchen once."

"Oh," her mother said. "Well... good then."

"So... what do Ken and Cindy have to do with Halloween?"

As soon as she'd said the words, she began to get the gist of what her mother was likely going to say.

"We decided that we would join some of our other swinger friends and we really like the group. We meet regularly and we wanted to let you know that they are some of the people that are likely going to be there."

Alex swallowed hard.

She knew that her parents were kinky, and the fact that they were swingers wasn't all that big of a deal to her, at least not anymore.

"So, you're having a sex party?" she asked.

She frowned, wondering why her parents had invited her and her siblings if it was a sex party.

"No," her mother clarified. "We're having a costume party, but some of the guests are part of our swinger group."

"Ah. I see."

She swallowed again, trying to find the right thing to say in response. She thought of Kenny's parents and how her friend and his sister had dealt with it growing up.

"Kenny's parents used to tell them that if they didn't want to witness anything happening during one of their parties that they would stay upstairs."

Her mother smiled and nodded. "We're going to do something similar." She looked over at Alex's father.

"Our bedroom and the backyard are going to be 'X-Rated'," he said. "Everywhere else is off limits for kinky fun."

"Obviously no one is going to go upstairs, but if you and your friends still want to come, which of course they're more than welcome, then you'll be fine as long as you stay in the safe areas."

"Good to know," Alex said.

Her mother chuckled. "I know it's not something that you wanted to think about, honey. In all honesty it's probably not a concern. But you needed to be made aware, just in case."

"No, its okay," she said. "I understand the need, and it's fine. I'll see if they still want to come, which knowing them, they will."

She offered her mother a smile to show that all was well and was happy to see her smile back.

"So, since this is a Halloween party, what are you guys planning on wearing?" she asked.

"Oh, I have a few fun ideas," her mother said, resuming the rhythmic stroking of Alex's hair. "Your father and I have a few old costumes that we could throw together."

"Pirate and his sexy wench," he said. "Batman and sexy Harley Quinn, Batman and sexy female Robin, Batman and sexy female Joker."

"You're not going to be Batman again," her mom scolded.

"Jessie and I are planning on going sometime this week and finding something," Alex said.

"I might have to do that," her mother agreed.

"Jedi and sexy Sith?" her father suggested.

"Marcus!"

"Ooo, I think I might have a suggestion," he said.

Alex heard his chair creak and glanced over, seeing him standing. He left the room, heading down the hallway to their bedroom.

"Are you and Jessie thinking of doing something sexy?"

"I'm sure we will," Alex confirmed. "She's such a horny little vixen that anything we decide on will likely have to be slutty."

Her mother laughed.

The two tossed a few costume ideas back and forth before Alex heard her father's footsteps coming back down the hall.

"How about this?" he asked, emerging from the hall.

Alex felt a chill run down her spine.

He was holding his arms out, presenting himself for their approval. He was wearing a black cape that was wrapped around his shoulders and had a strange, distinct masquerade-type mask on his face.

It was black but had gold trim and went up to form two horns at either end of the mask, just above both of his eyebrows.

"Well, it's a costume, sure," her mother said. "It's not really a character or anything. Isn't that the whole idea for dressing up at Halloween?"

Alex shook her head, wondering if she was seeing things again.

"Eh, you're probably right," he said, and turned to leave the room.

Her mother sighed deeply beside her, and Alex stood, feeling sick to her stomach, though she didn't know why.

"Your father," her mother said, shaking her head as Alex glanced down. "Heading back upstairs?"

Alex nodded, offering as much of a smile as she could.

"I'll... uh... tell my friends about the party," she said. "Love you guys."

"We love you."

Leaving the room as if on autopilot, Alex felt herself walking up the stairs. She heard the door to her room closing and then found herself lying in her bed.

Something wasn't right.

She thought back to the interaction with her parents. She remembered them talking about the party. She'd asked about costumes. Then...

"Hey," came a familiar voice.

It was Toni.

Alex sat up and glanced at the clock. It had been four hours. That couldn't be right.

"Hey..." Toni prodded. "Can we snuggle?"

Her twin sounded irritated. "Huh?"

Toni scowled. "Are you okay? I've asked you like five things and you're just staring at me like I'm speaking French."

Alex nodded and turned, laying back on her bed as Toni moved around to slide in behind her. She looked at the clock on the wall again. Five hours... but that couldn't be right.

She closed her eyes, feeling Toni's hand stroking her hair.

***

"My dear," a voice came, whispering into her ear. Charles.

"Yes?" she whimpered.

"I'm going to let the others play with you, my peach. But first you're going to suck my cock, isn't that right my sweet?"

She nodded automatically, not realizing that she'd even done so.

A man in a mask, a woman on his arm also wearing one. Each was distinct.

"Alessandra."

Toni's voice.

Alex jerked upright in bed and gasped, her eyes wide. She saw her twin crouching beside the bed for a moment.

"Jesus! Fuck!" her twin exclaimed. "Alex what the fuck!"

Alex's eyes were staring straight ahead.

"I remember! I fucking remember!"